The Bumpy Road of Marriage: Divorce Now, Daddy

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The mother of Xinya sighed slightly, but still persuaded: "The old man said that it is an ordinary fever. It will be fine if you have a fever."

It was her daughter who was obviously ill. As a result, she couldn't care about her daughter at this time, but she had to persuade her 'son-in-law' in return. What else did she want to oppose?

Ye Cong yelled and didn't move.

Mother Xinya no longer persuaded, just put the lunch box on the table and turned around.

Xinmiao is sleeping on the stool outside at this moment. He doesn't know that his parents are here.

Dad Sprout is talking to the doctor.

Check again and again that it ’s really okay, and you can go home when you wake up.

"Lao Xin, your family, Bu'er, has found a good son-in-law for you, good fellow. This night, you won't blink your eyes." The doctor said with a smile.

Xinya Dad nodded, his daughter really got through.

Xinya was really scared. After returning on the 29th, the weather was too cold. The only stove let her dad give Ye Cong again. Ye Cong did not have this kind of heating consciousness. Cold, staying outside for thirty days, because the mood of being kissed is relatively ups and downs, and after so long at night, Ye Cong suddenly confessed.

and so--

She had a fever without a break.

When Xinya woke up, her palms were already sweating, and the first thing she saw was Ye Cong sitting by the bed.

"boss--"

Sprout shouted in a low voice, with a bit of grievance.

"Is there anything else uncomfortable?" Ye Cong touched her head, and it almost burned away, but his face was still pale.

When Ye Cong said this, his brow furrowed tightly, as if it was even more uncomfortable than her.

Sprout is still a bit uncomfortable, but after seeing him, a warm feeling overwhelms this discomfort.

She had played a role before, the heroine was ill and the hero was still on the battlefield. Everyone thought that the heroine would die, even the heroine thought so, but even the doctor said she was powerless. After that, the male host came back, so, miraculously, the female host's illness gradually improved.

At that time, the character was still scolded for a long time, and it felt too crap.

Sprout himself feels too bullshit.

But at this moment, she felt that the plot did not touch at all.

She took Ye Cong's hand backhand, "I'm really okay, I was just scared by you."

Ye Cong: "..."

Scared by him?

Just because of his confession?

Just scared her?

"Small bean sprouts, you are really good." Ye Cong slowly lowered his suspended heart and sat down next to her again.

Sprout grinned and struggled to get up.

Ye Cong hurriedly got up and sat at the head of the bed, and then lifted the person up. The drip was over. The tape was on the back of the hand. Ye Cong held her hand and rubbed her fingers gently on the tape.

"You can't get sick in the future, you scared me to death." Ye Cong whispered in her ear.

"Your injury." Xinya was anxious about his injury and got up to see, but Ye Cong pressed his shoulders.

Xinya could feel Ye Cong's tightness. She slowly softened her body and took hold of his wrist. "I'm really okay. I'm not upset now."

But her words didn't make Ye Cong's mood better, and she stopped talking.

Their boss seemed to care more about her than she thought.

This cognition made her feel that she was sweet and sick, and she could not care.

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